Jack Braddock:[after Lymangood interrupts him chewing out Murphy]You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.
Lymangood:[voice on the cockpit voice recorder]I found out what JAFO is. "Just Another Fucking Observer", huh?
Jack Braddock:I've been trying to get you all night. Why don't you answer your fucking beeper?
Frank Murphy:I just wanna tell you, Jack, that the next time I'm suspended, so is my fucking beeper!
Frank Murphy:[reading off a monitor]File under repair?
Lymangood:Did you break your file?
Jack Braddock:But there's a bright side to this, and a moral. I think morals are good for you, I love morals, and the moral of this story is: If you're walkin' on eggs, don't hop.
Sgt. Short:This ship is equipped with a forward-mounted, twenty-millimeter electric cannon. Its six barrels are capable of firing four thousand rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, gentlemen, is one hell of a shit-storm in anybody's language!
Frank Murphy:That's Cochrane, F.E., US Army.
Lymangood:Cochrane, F.E. What's the "F.E." stand for?
Frank Murphy:"Fuck Everybody."
[Murphy and Lymangood are flying a formation exercise with Cochrane]
Col. F.E. Cochrane:Come on, Keep it tight!
Lymangood:Christ! Any closer and we start eating blades!
Frank Murphy:[mimicking Cochrane's British accent]We're following his leader!
Lymangood:You mind if I ask you what you're doing.
Frank Murphy:No... I don't mind at all.
Frank Murphy:Grab your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye Jafo. We're going down.
Col. F.E. Cochrane:You threatening me, Murphy?
Frank Murphy:No, I'm telling you. Back off!
[Murphy walks out to the pad]
Jack Braddock:Well Murph, feeling any pressure?
Frank Murphy:Yeah. About 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.
[Murphy and Lymangood are on patrol]
Lymangood:All those people. What do you suppose they're all doing down there?
Frank Murphy:Well, according to the latest statistics, about 1 million, 775 thousand of them are... getting it on!
Lymangood:That many, eh!
Frank Murphy:The rest are waiting for 'Laverne and Shirley'!
[Braddock and Murphy have watched Blue Thunder perform a selective firepower demonstration]
Icelan:Well, look at that, all the red dummies are blown to hell.
Frank Murphy:And a few white ones!
Fletcher:One civilian dead for every ten terrorists. That's an acceptable ratio.
Frank Murphy:[Leaning closer to Braddock]Unless you're one of the civilians!
[after the demonstration, Murphy and Braddock walk over to meet Blue Thunder's pilot]
Frank Murphy:[recognizes Cochrane as the pilot]Well, what do you know!
Jack Braddock:Friend of yours?
Frank Murphy:[smiling ruefully]An old war buddy. Bastard tried to have me court-martialed once.
Frank Murphy:Finally made Colonel, eh?
Col. F.E. Cochrane:If you're a nice guy, nice things happen to you.
Frank Murphy:I'll try to remember that!
[Icelan and Braddock are discussing Murphy]
Icelan:He checks his sanity with a wrist watch!
Jack Braddock:What do you check yours with, a dipstick?
Lymangood:This sucker will do everything but cook your breakfast!
Frank Murphy:Uh-oh... uh-oh. You'd better hold your nose. We're in deep shit.
Jack Braddock:Who are you fooling with that phony radio bullshit? Jesus Christ, Frank, that went out three days after Marconi invented the fucking thing!
Kress:If it was me, I'd ground him.
Jack Braddock:He'll be all right.
Kress:Personally, I wouldn't fly with him for a bull that pissed Jack Daniels.
Jack Braddock:Is that right?
Frank Murphy:Catch ya later!
Lymangood:Big Brother: on or off?
Frank Murphy:What's Big Brother?
Lymangood:The cabin mike. It records everything we say.
Frank Murphy:I think we can lose that.
Police Dispatcher:Los Angeles Mobile?
Frank Murphy:Mobile, listen get me KBLA TV!
Police Dispatcher:That number is listed in your directory sir.
Frank Murphy:Don't give me any static lady. This is a police emergency. Get me KBLA TV right now.
Frank Murphy:[watching Kate drive]You're really riding with the angels, sweetheart.
Frank Murphy:Stop calling me Sir - you sound like David Copperfield!
Frank Murphy:Lymangood, Lymangood. What brings you to Air Support?
Lymangood:Oh, I don't know, I just... I just put in for Observer. I kind of like the idea of it. no guns, no kicking in doors - quiet!
Frank Murphy:[Glancing upwards with a pleading look]Oh, yeah!
Frank Murphy:[trying to force the helicopter into doing a full flip]Come on, you tub of shit!
Frank Murphy:What's the sensitivity of those mikes?
Sgt. Short:You can hear a mouse fart at 2000 ft!
Frank Murphy:What's the sensitivity of those mikes?
Sgt. Short:You can hear a mouse fart at 2000ft!
Jack Braddock:[to Murphy]You know what they'll do with this? They'll burn you... me... your idiotic friend here... and my whole damn division. And I don't want my division burnt!
Jack Braddock:You think I don't know about that silly twit up in Encino, for Chrissakes? I had twenty years in this outfit, when your idea of a good time was sittin' in front of the TV tube, watchin' Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your fudgcicle.
[Murphy is looking over Blue Thunder's cockpit after the demonstration]
Col. F.E. Cochrane:Could have used this in 'Nam.
Frank Murphy:Could have used something.
Lymangood:Sir, what was that business with the watch? Back in the ready room, with the watch?
Frank Murphy:It's sort of a test.
Col. F.E. Cochrane:I had another stoppage! I nearly killed the lot of you on that second pass. You can tell Ordnance from me, if it happens again, I'll have their balls for breakfast!
[Murphy moves away from Cochrane]
Icelan:I didn't realize you two were acquainted.
Col. F.E. Cochrane:Only too well, I'm afraid. I'd have had that bastard up on charges if he hadn't caught some shrapnel!
Col. F.E. Cochrane:[pointing with forefinger and thumb like a gun]Catch you later!
Frank Murphy:All right, Murphy, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Icelan:[chasing after Braddock during a row about Murphy]He's finished! And if there's so much as a scratch on the aircraft, so are you!
Lymangood:Hey, I've got a black guy in a beanie down there! Looks like he's selling dope out of a van!
Frank Murphy:Is that a red beanie?
Lymangood:Yeah, that's him!
Frank Murphy:He's our's - undercover buy program.
Lymangood:Oh, right, right right right, yeah!
Frank Murphy:You *were* at the briefing?
Lymangood:Yes, Sir, Sir! I guess I just forgot, Sir!
Frank Murphy:[laughs]You're going to fit right in!
Frank Murphy:Orange shirt and a Cowboy hat! Whatever happened to inconspicuous?
Frank Murphy:[Watching Cochrane's Corvette pulling into a building]Oh, he's going in there!
Lymangood:Where are we?
Frank Murphy:Federal Building.